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I found this picture posted at Greg Cumberford’s website.

It kind of shocked me with a sort of dejavu… the summer before last I watched this house burn down while I was apartment hunting.

I saw the smoke billowing toward the sky, so I parked at the Quik Stop at Court and Glenwood, and walked one block west.

I had some downtime on Friday, and tabulated the Michigan skylines by Emporis’ system. I personally think Saginaw, Muskegon, Pontiac, and some other city with diverse stock in low-rises get the shaft, but otherwise, the ranking seems fair.

Check it out.

I’ve had conversations with many of you about Emporis Inc.’s skyline ranking, which places Chicago as one of the World Big 3. I’ve finally pulled up the data that drew them to this conclusion. It’s interesting; their articles profile not only volume but draw on more esoteric arguments… the diversity of architectural styles, commercial restraint, overall harmony, and so on.

Solipsistic post ahead.

I’ve spent most of the time here waxing emotional about the election, but I’ve actually been blessed with a week-and-a-half of chemicals and hormones.

Every eight or so months, some combination of circumstance and sleep deprivation launches me into a mood.

from today’s Flint Journal

as reported by Bryn Mickle:

FLINT – Two young girls were found safe Tuesday night two hours after the car they were sleeping in was stolen.

The girls, 3 and 4, were sleeping in the back seat of a running car about 7 p.m.

As per request, I’ve posted Chapter 2 of The Castle of Otranto, by Horace Walpole, following the links on the right sidebar.

~ Connor

As part of the research for my novel Euphemism, I’ve been reading the famed McNeill History of Western Civilization

Check it out:

c) Political. Throughout the fifth century Athenian politics revolved around two “parties” which had emerged from the overthrow of Peisistratid tyranny.

This is the beginning of my NaNo novel, YGB. (I’ve changed the title many times already…)

It is a murder mystery, but is far less bleak than what I wrote last year.

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CHAPTER ONE

Madeleine knew that what she saw was a corpse.

So it’s official; I’ve been posted on the American apologies site, page 245.

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A couple quick words on this picture, lest you think I chose it as an arbitrary image of desolation or worse, dragged it off the internet somewhere.

I WANTED TO BE WRONG

You know where I come from. You know what I feel

You’re Yul Brenner Westworld Reporting from the field.

I threw it into reverse, made a motion to repeal.

You kicked my legs from under me, and tried to take the wheel.